slvttyplum · 2 days ago
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one thing i think satoru really likes, and i mean really really likes is oily, nasty, butt ass naked sex.
i’m talking raw dogging from the evening to the morning, until his legs were giving out and his sugar was so low that his vision was going blurry.
fucking you slow one minute while you moaned his name, and his hand repeatedly slapping your ass back to back while he slammed into you the next.
he loved to squeeze oil all over your body, like a sweet as dessert.
on your ass, titties, stomach, every fucking where and watch the way your sexy ass skin glistened and put hearts in his eyes while he was deep inside of you.
rubbing you down while he fucked you, your soft moans as he kept your arch, watching as your ass slammed back into his hips.
harder each time, his eyes stuck on your ass, watching the way it moved.
he loved that nasty wet mess that the both of you left, looking down at it after everything was down wanting to put you back on the mattress and fuck you stupid.
the oil made everything better, more sensual, especially seeing your skin like that got him so hard and he didn’t even know why.
skin softer than butter while you looked so fucking good under him, his hands feeling all on you making sure to leave no dry spots.
satoru was freaky but who could blame him when you looked the way you did, no golden hour needed.
you were a mouth watering sight and he loved it, so fucking much.
just a freaky gojo thought i had.
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bunnis-monsters · 2 days ago
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Hare hybrid bf likes to stand behind you ominously while you talk to other bunny hybrids. You’re HIS special bun, and he really doesn’t enjoy having to share you with anyone.
It’s worse when male bunny hybrids attempt to court you. Some don’t see your hate hybrid bf as a true mate. He’s scary looking, what if he’s forcing your cute little self into a mating bond?
But the truth is, you love him just as much as he loves you! You’re just a cute little thing, and he adores you to the ends of the earth.
You want something? It’s yours. You need attention? You have it.
He’s more than eager to satisfy your sexual needs, fucking you like rabbits do. By the end of the first month of your mating bond, your already pregnant with your first litter.
His protective instincts sky rocket when he watches his kits suckle at your breast for the first time. He’s constantly scenting you, watching over your nest and squaring up to every single hybrid that passes by.
Despite being aggressive to outsiders, he’s a gentle and caring father, tucking his kits under him to keep them warm while you rest. They’re fragile and weak, he feels the urge to protect and nurture them.
He’s just so happy to finally have a family to call his home, a place to belong.
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satorena · 1 day ago
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& DRIP. . . TILL WE SOAK THE BED !?
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summ. so you’ll hop in a jacuzzi, cool off in the shower, and drip. . . till you soak the bed. gojo, toji, geto, nanami, choso.
cw. explicit content. fem!reader. mdni. foul language. (m+f) squírting. afab!reader. oral séx. riding. bath séx. shower séx. mild daddy kink. alcohol consumption. backshōts. bratty!reader. mild asphyxiation play. size difference. handjōb. overstimulation. voyeurism. (f) masturbatíon. praise kínk. subby!choso. cunningulūs. temperature play. 3.8k wc.
rena's note. the general concept here? good question, next!
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GOJO SATORU
“oh m’goddd,” his voice falls nothing short of a quiver, head lolling back as his brows pinch to the centre of his forehead. the coil in his gut tightens with each meet of your hips colliding with his, large hands shakily gripping at the marble tile of the bathtub. shit, there’s water flowing about everywhere in this expensive hotel’s bathroom floor but gojo couldn’t care less— not with his pretty fiancée riding him dumb, like she wanted to snatch his soul. “shit—ride this dick baby, fuuuck.”
he can hardly feel his own cock slipping in and out of your soppy cunt— but he does feel the way your perky buds glide tauntingly against his own. the friction sends sparks of arousal shooting through his veins in a frenzy, the water droplets decorating your breast serving as additional lubricant.
your arms loop around his neck for stability, your thighs surely aching from riding him on your heels. you lift your ass up just about enough for your cunt to latch onto his tip greedily before slamming back down, sending more waves of soap bubbles to the tiles on the floor. you’ve got the cutest look of concentration etched on your face, bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth as your eyes tighten from pleasure. the messy updo for your hair is ready to break, “need your nut babyyy, give it t’me!”
he feels his toes curl at your words, mounting his head back up as he chuckles through breathless pants, a boyish grin decorating pink lips, “oh yeah?” cerulean eyes rake up and down your figure, shamelessly eyeing your moistened breasts jiggling in the most hypnotic motions, “can you handle ‘nother load? do you deserve another load?” he’s simply teasing, empty threats as he lets you have your way with him. there’s no way in hell he’d ever tell you no.
despite you knowing such, you nod your head frantically, as your fingernails carve themselves into his pale skin. he hisses at the pleasurable pain, his grip on the bathtub tightening as your grinds become deeper. “don’t be mean— nghh,” you bite back a moan as you sink yourself sharply down on his cock. his mushroom tip nudges and pokes at your cervix, penetrating so deep into you it drives your mind fuzzy. “want it in me— need it so bad,” you proceed to stroke his ego as you do his dick, sliding your hands downwards to press your palms at the plane of his chest.
gojo lifts a hand from the perimeter of the tub to slap at your ass. it ripples in waves incomparable to the water in the tub, and he can’t help but do it again. you squeal, hips running away from the harshness of his spanks while simultaneously grinding him down.
“aweee, pretty baby.” gojo coos, opting to rub the soreness on your cheek away. your bottom lip wobbles when he grips at your aching flesh, the fat of your ass spilling in his large hand. when he lowers his second one to mimic the first hand, he spreads your cheeks apart and assists your movements.
this new angle has your puffy clit dragging languidly against his pelvis, his dick now bullying a much deeper dimension. he pushes himself up to ravish at your neck— licking and lapping at any fluid decorating the sensitive flesh. he feels your pulse throb against his wet muscle, simultaneously to his own cock throbbing at your ferocious kegels.
“toru, god, toru i’m gonna cum!” your hips grind in back and forth motions, thighs pressing into his sides. you’re holding onto him for dear life— clutching his head in your arms and tugging onto his hair wildly, knowing what that pleasurable pain does to him. what’s more to do then drop a hand between your thighs and rub circles at your clit? he revels in the breathless sigh you release, spongy walls gripping him like a vice, “make your wife cum, baby.” you little minx, “pretty— mmhm, please.”
“the shit you do to me— fuckin’ hell.” gojo groans, and bucks his hips up wantonly. he meets you halfway, multitasking between toying at your bundle of nerve and intensifying the pressure of his strokes. it takes little to no time for the bath water to soak in your juices, a mixture so filthy, he can’t help but force more out of you.
your body trembles as your worn out muscles give out, body falling limp into his hold while he works on coaxing your orgasm out of you. whether it’s your juices or water splashing out the tub, he couldn’t give two fucks as the back of your thighs meet his slippery ones and he parts your quivering cheeks further apart.
“my favorite slip n’ slide,” he purrs into your ear, his breath warm and electrifying, “now let daddy take care of you.”
FUSHIGURO TOJI
“damn girl,” toji whistles, landing a sharp blow with his free hand at your backside. you whine, stepping higher on the tip of your toes as you work your hips backwards to collide with his. you watch through the foggy reflection of the bathroom mirror as he chugs down multiple sips of champagne straight from the bottle. sleazy bastard, making you do all the work as he stands back and enjoys him. he pulls away from the expensive bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks deviously, “watch that ass go, fuck.”
your mascara drips messily down your cheeks, fat tears following the makeup residue as you grip tightly onto the counter. the marble is cold against your burning skin, breasts pressed between your weight and the counter. every muscle in your legs scream for a break, trembling as you exert yourself to push yourself higher to his size.
“tojiii,” you whine, eyes trailing up the mirror to meet his gaze. you watch as he tilts his head to the side and cocks an eyebrow up. his hand has travelled from your ass cheek right in between your legs to grip at your thigh instead. he gives an encouraging squeeze and you pout brattily, bottom lip jugging, “just fuck me already— said i was sorry!”
“y’don’t seem sorry though,” toji tuts, squeezing at your thigh once more before sliding up your waist. your body stiffens as his drags his index finger up your spine, shivers creeping at your back. he creeps steadily but agonizingly slow, and the jolts of electricity that follows his pathway has your cunt clamping down his cock in anticipation, “still got that smart mouth of yers— how the fuck do you deserve my help?”
“no no,” your eyes bulging wide in panic. you watch as the scar on his lip curves as he smirks, and you wiggle your ass back onto him, “i’ll be good— please baby, wanna cum so bad!”
“hmm,” he hums in faux thought, fingers resting at the nape of your head, before slithering his digits around your neck. you arch your back into a seductive curve, tilting your head back as you grant him more access. his large hand tightens around your throat, and you shamelessly moan at the pressure applied. he bends forward and leans into you, rough lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, watching as you lean into his larger frame, “beg me some more— all cute n’ shit.”
“eat it, toji,” you give into his command so eagerly, feeling his stubble tickle your neck. his teeth graze over your skin, fingers digging deeper into your throat. you gasp before whining, finally stepping down onto your soles. his cock slips out of your cunt, and you reach a hand back to grip at the base of his thick shaft. “please daddy— i’ll be so good, your pussy needs attention. make a mess outta me!”
he groans in your ear when you lick the tip of your fingers before going back to jerking him off. your palms feel so soft against his veiny cock, and although he feels as if you could beg a little better, there was only so much he could resist as a man.
“fuck ma,” he pulls up and consequently pushes you flat against the counter. your arms are sprawled at your side as you tilt your head back and stare at him with your doe eyes. he grabs the bottle of champagne, swishing the remaining alcohol inside before tilting the bottle upside down— you squirm with a squeal at the cold liquid making contact with your ass.
green eyes zero in at the drink glistening your body in a way that makes you look incredibly edible—the champagne slipping past your ass and into the crack. your perky cheeks jiggle when he spanks you twice, skin reddening from the abuse before kneeling down.
he chucks the bottle away, the clicking sounds fading away as his hands begin massaging your ass, spreading your cheeks apart and groaning deeply at the sight of your sticky cunt. the sounds of your pussy squelching as he further parts your cheeks are deserving of the broken moans he receives from you. his dick twitches eagerly, begging to be buried to the hilt.
“sloppy fuckin’ pussy,” he growls, eyes trailing as your arousal oozes and drips to the floor. “bout to tear this pretty ass up.”
GETO SUGURU
“this how ya do it?” he stares up at you, kneecaps digging into the uncomfortable floor. he’s full of shit, and you both know it, as he guides the shower head right in between your legs. you made the mistake of telling him one of the many ways you relieve yourself whenever he isn’t around, and the next thing you know, you find yourself holding onto the slippery glass doors of your shared bathroom. when you fail to give him an answer, he clicks his tongue and taps at your thigh resting atop his shoulder. “asked you a question, princess.”
you nod your head, nibbling on your bottom lip as you focus on the intensifying pressure of the water hitting your clit. “mhm, yeah, just like that.” it’s mildly mortifying for the most part, how he smirks cockily at you, every crease in his face telling you what you need to know— duh, of course it’s how you fucking do it.
but geto is a dick, and not the kind hanging right at his thigh, neglected and throbbing. his fingers trace patterns into your wet skin, before sinking deeper into the plushy flesh. he toys with the head, circling it around your clit, “what else? guide me baby, wanna know what my freaky girl be up to when i’m not around.”
you frown at that comment and naturally his smirk deepens, as he shifts the gear of the shower head, increasing the pressure. your body jolts at the newfound feeling, and you claw at his loose tresses. “talk to me, princess.”
he is so annoying, downright mocking you in that honeyed voice of his. you know he knows what comes next, your perverted roommate knowing no boundaries to your privacy. you’ve caught him one too many times creeping at the crack of the door, “i— fuck, use my other hand to f-finger myself. . .” you trail off, the humiliation simmering in your cheeks hotly.
“ohh?” geto feigns ignorance, plucked brows jumping to his hairline as his jaw slackens. you can’t help the pout that sits on your lips. this was so degrading as a human being, but fuck, why was it making your core ache? “is that so? ‘s too bad both my hands are occupied. woulda loved to see a demonstration.”
you dread what’s coming, as you see the make believe lightbulb pop above his head. you ignore the way his lips begin kissing at your trembling thigh, purple eyes never ceasing their intense gaze on you. your clit throbs against the weight of the water spraying from your shower head, a buzz so intense it shoots straight to your brain.
“would’ya look at that!” he rests his cheek against your leg. damn him and his gorgeous self. if you let go of this wall and work yourself open, you’re surely gonna sink to the floor. “both your hands are free! now, show suguru how play with your pussy.”
you contemplate which hand to free— the one pulling at his hair or the one supporting your body weight. ultimately, you let go of the one on his scalp, refusing to plummet onto the hard floor over another one of geto’s shenanigans. you feel shy beneath his intense stare, but your pussy clenching around nothing was annoying you more than motivating you.
“fuckin’ pervert,” you grumble, despite dragging your hand between your thighs. against the back of your hand, you feel the pressure of the water hitting you. the fucker had it set on one of the highest settings, simply abusing your clit for his entertainment. “ugh.”
and so, your fingers dip into your hole. you start off slow, pumping the digits in and out of your cunt, biting down on your lip to hold back your moan. you couldn’t tell if you were dripping from the shower head or because getting off in front of your roommate was doing more good than damage, but your pussy was accepting the intrusion of your digits much easier than any other time you’d tried.
“attagirl,” geto mumbles, licking his own lips wet. damn, he could hear how soaked you were over the echos of the water droplets hitting the floor. he began caressing your thigh some more, his own dick begging for attention. you were the epitome of lewdness— your body glistening and skin shimmering, the aroma of the shower filled with your body wash. whenever you’d press your fingers at a particular spot or whenever he’d play around with the settings, you’d tighten your leg around his neck.
“keep going.” geto commands, although it doesn’t seem like he needed to, as you began to lose yourself in your own pleasure. your eyes rest shut as you begin to up the tempo. goodness, he was so hard it hurt. but there was no way he would be interrupting your fun time for his own. if assisting to your needs just like so is what you need to keep that blissful expression on your face, then it’s exactly what he’s gonna do.
“pussy wetter than the damn shower. can’t lie— ‘m getting jealous over here.”
CHOSO KAMO
“too— too much!” he all but whines, fingers clawing at air as the rope binds his hands to the posts of the bed. his arms feel heavy, legs having lost feeling as he squirms pathetically, in desperate attempts to free himself from your painful touch. his stomach contracts tightly, abdominal muscles drenched in rounds of thick cum. his chest heaves as his breath stutters, “oh god— please, baby, ‘s too much.”
choso adores you, he really does. but at this moment, he can’t help but find you a cruel woman— laid on your stomach, feet kicked up and legs crossed, delicate hands twisting around his cock with a sadistic smile on your lips. you use both hands to jerk him off, working your wrists to milk him even drier than he feels.
he swears his dick is going to fall off, his toes curling as you slide a hand to focus your attention on his reddened tip. it looks like it’s on the verge of bursting, a deep shade secreting more of his arousal and dribbling down your knuckles. his body is betraying him— or rather succumbing to you. “you can do it, cho.” the sweetness in your tone, a saccharine melody, nearly has him convincing he can.
his skin feels moist— damp in a mixture of fluids, including yours, and it burns to the touch. his dark hair is surely matted to his forehead from sweat, and his pale skin is now blotchy. his mind feels foggy, can’t differentiate his first orgasm from the sixth, and his dick is starting to tingle.
he really isn’t sure he can keep doing this, but he is a weak man for you, and if you say he can then surely he can. all you have to do is bat your lashes at him and he’s caving in. lowering the hand cupping the base of his cock, you cup at his sensitive balls and roll the sack between your fingers. choso hisses at the sensitivity as his hips jerk up, an ironic way of him attempting to run from your touch.
“that’s it, baby,” you coo, blowing a gust of cold air onto his shaft before pressing a kiss. shit, you’re playing an unfair game with the praising, he thinks as his thighs clench together. you gather his cum between your fingertips as you rub the mixture at your tips, before lubricating his cock. tears stream down his cheeks as his body begins to shudder further, the more you languidly stroke him. “there you go, doin’ so good for me.”
he shakes his head, as the fire in his abdomen starts pooling again. his eyelids fall shut, drooling slipping past his parted mouth and down his chin. he doesn’t need to see you to know you’re grinning, he can feel it in the way you jerk his dick and thumb at his slit.
“w-wait,” choso stumbles on his words, head lurching upwards when he feels his shaft tingling painfully good. no, something was off. ignoring the spots invading his vision, he watches through lidded eyes as he twitches sans cesse in your tiny hands. how the fuck is his dick still attached? “s-something’s off, baby, i feel— nghh, funny. think i gotta p-pee.”
you sigh in relief, and choso’s utterly confused, “finally.” before wrapping your lips around his tip.
and before he’s able to question it, the world stops spinning. shockwaves of bliss wrack over his entire body, eyelids rolling to the back of his skull as his fists clench around itself. the posts of your bed are banging against the wall noisily. it happens so suddenly— he feels himself spurt streaks of squirt down your throat. his back arches off the bed, legs trembling as his hips buck. you’re throating his cock, nose nuzzled into the his bush of hair as you greedily swallow his juices.
“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—” and his vision fades.
NANAMI KENTO
“aht aht, love,” nanami pulls away from your cunt, a thin strand of arousal connecting his lips to your lower ones. your hand tugs onto messy blonde locks, thighs quivering pathetically as your bottom lip wobbles. his breath is as cold as the melting ice cube that’s atop his tongue, gusts of a breeze that hit your warm entrance in a contrast that has your cunt clenching down on nothing. he swirls the solidified water around his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he rubs the pad of his fingertips against your puffy lips, “what’d i tell you? focus, darling.”
as one of his hands push at the back of a thigh, your other hand mimics his movements, pressing your knees to your ears. your eyes begin to water as his thumb strokes at your clit, “mmph, sorry ken,” you rasped, hips squirming as you chased the euphoric feeling. your breath hitches when you feel his thumb dip teasingly into your hole, barely pushing past that first layer before pulling out. “just feels too good, fuck,”
nanami feels his heart swelling at the look in your eyes. with your cheeks huffed, lips wet and kiss bitten, your pupils dilate as tears fill up your eyelids. you’re pouting, that look you give him whenever you try to ease your way out of disobeying him. you know it makes him soft, and under any other circumstances he would have folded—but not today. you’d pushed his buttons all day, and he was more than satisfied to put your attitude in check, “eyes on me. i won’t be repeating myself twice,”
still, his assertiveness made your insides tingle in arousal. “yes sir,” you nod your head, and he hums, pleased. he feels the cube dissolving in the warmth of his mouth and knows he has no more time to waste. he dives back right in between your legs, resting the ice cube at the tip of his tongue and places it right above your bundle of nerves.
and nanami goes to work. his lips latch onto your pussy like a starved man, working his hot tongue up and down your folds, lapping at your juices and the melting water mixture. the harder he goes, the tighter the grip on your thigh gets. the coolness of the solidified water in contrast of the hotness of his tongue has you feeling lightheaded fast. your hips push upwards as your back arches off the mattress, further inching yourself into him.
“kennn,” you feel your eyelids dropping, wanting to rest shut and allow this overwhelming sensation take over your entire being. the air in the room is thick and hot, the malaysian breeze seeping into atmosphere through cracked windows. you’re sticky and damp all over, and in a sense, the ice cube melting on your clit and dripping down your ass crack is refreshing.
his tongue spreads your folds, working in flicking motions as he feasts. goodness, nanami could never get sick of eating you out. your essence coats his tongue so powerfully that not even the ice cube could water down. your gooey cunt clamps down at his tongue, eager to keep him stuck— as if he’d ever leave his pretty wife unsatisfied. keep staring at him with those eyes and he will tongue fuck you until you see stars.
he feels his cock throbbing against the mattress of the bed, hips rocking against the covers to relieve some of the pressure. brown eyes trail up to your figure, before landing on your dazed eyes, staring at him with love. you were so easily pleased, cheeks flushed and sweat beads trickling past your hairline.
“you taste divine, baby.” he groans into your cunt, lips beginning to numb from the cold. he eagerly pushes your thighs closer to your chest, if possible, and lifts your hips off the bed. he’s a greedy man, so obsessed that enough is never enough for him. your own hands slide from your legs to grab at your ankles instead, for stability. your jaw is slackened and string of profanities flea past your tongue and into the room.
nanami kneads at your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to filth as he proceeds to delve his tongue right into you. he eats you out like he has something to prove, an overgrown stubble scratching at your lips just right. the ice cube is long forgotten, having dissolved a while ago— but his lips remain as icy as the cube, mouthing hot words right into your lower lips,
“oh baby, how are you wetter than the ice cube itself? come n’ quench my thirst— spray me in your essence.”
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if anybody knows the reference to the title i will eat it from the back .
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bratzbrat · 3 days ago
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.・゜-: ✧ :-  Drabble-day! Katsuki Bakugo!
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pestering your boyfriend for kisses because his lips feel so soft against yours and you just can't get enough;
"kats, gimme kiss," you said, lips puckered playfully.
he leaned down, gave you a quick peck, then turned right back to the pot, stirring with that trademark scowl of concentration. you grinned, pleased at his compliance.
three seconds passed.
"kats, gimme kiss."
he sighed but leaned down again, giving you another quick peck, his eyes flicking to you with an almost imperceptible smile before he focused back on the meal.
you counted under your breath. one… two… three…
"kats, gimme kiss."
this time, he didn't look quite so amused, but he still obliged with another quick peck before turning away, grumbling, "y'know, I'm tryin' to cook here."
your grin widened. "kats, gimme kissss."
he groaned, but again, leaned down, brushing his lips against yours—albeit a bit more impatiently this time. "last one," he warned, returning his focus to the pot with a shake of his head.
and of course, you just couldn't let it go.
"Katsss, gimmeee kissss," you teased, drawing out the words with an innocent smile.
he stopped stirring, shoulders tensing as he let out a slow, deep breath. he turned to you, brow raised, the faintest glint of annoyance mixed with affection in his eyes. "you want me to kiss you or do you want dinner, huh?"
"can't I have both?" you shrugged, batting your lashes.
his lips twitched as he fought back a smile. "listen," he said, leaning down. "if I give you one more, you better be done askin' 'til after dinner, or i'll start chargin'."
"and if I don't?" you stifled a laugh, feigning serious thought.
"then you can forget dinner," he said, finally breaking into a grin. with that, he leaned in, his kiss lingering just a bit longer, with his hand cradling the back of your head.
"worth it," you whispered, as he pulled back.
"you're so damn lucky I'm patient with your ass." he rolled his eyes and shook his head, finally cracking a soft laugh as he went back to the stove.
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kith kith! missed Drabble-day this week so here ya go!
read my first series on here, The Witch Hunter! featuring witch!hunter! Katsuki Bakugo x "witch" reader! now on Tumblr! ♡
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casuallyanidiot · 3 days ago
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More Yandere Nerd thoughts...
Dead Dove Do Not Eat! MDNI ! NSFW !
Tw. Dubcon/ Noncon, stalking, yandere, mansplainer supreme, voyeurism, dumbification
Yandere Nerd who stares at you every single day in class. He thinks you're so pretty and cute, and he fucks his fist to the thought of you multiple times a day. He thinks you're far too dumb to truly be on par with him, but he likes that you're just smart enough to understand the same things he does.
Yandere Nerd who loves the confused little face you make when he goes off about some niche, hard to comprehend topic that he spends far too much time researching outside of class. You're not a ditz, but he likes being the one to put you in the same place as all the other brainless, pretty faced sluts he sees prance around on campus. No, no see you've got substance, don't you? That's probably the only thing more alluring that that adorable little hole he knows you have hidden so unfairly underneath all of your clothes.
Yandere Nerd who seethes with jealousy every time you get a shred of attention from anyone else. He hopes you're not fucking someone else behind his back. If you are, he loses his mind. How could you go for someone so lackluster in comparison to him? He'd lavish you with gifts, praise and attention if you would just look his way. In fact, he'd give you a lot more than that. He'd pound into you until you were babbling, speechless, and all you had to worry about was how stuffed full of cum you were going to be by the time he was done with you.
Yandere Nerd who is so damn insufferable when he gets his hands on you. He loves the fact that he has a little cutie like you in his life, and sometimes online he'll post photos of your gaping, stretched out entrance onto some obscure forum just so he can brag about how his little fucktoy is the best one there is.
Yandere Nerd who wants to see you wearing shit from his favorite hentai. Microkinis with stockings, cat ears, bunny outfits, maid costumes, virgin killer sweaters: you name it, and he's slapping his card on the table just so he can pound you silly in it. He loves taking photos of you from lewd angles. He makes you sit down and compare the ones he takes of you now that you're "dating" versus the more rushed, unflattering ones he got while sneaking cameras into your old room. He also makes you masturbate to your own pictures. His little darling has got to practice self love, you know?
Yandere nerd who tries to get you into every fandom and interest he has. He'll strap you down and keep you tied to a fucking machine for hours if you get the lore wrong for his favorite video game or book series, so you better pay attention if you don't want to get any dumber.
Yandere Nerd who makes you come up with new ways to reward him every time he accomplishes something academically.
"If I get a 98 or above on this exam, you have to cock warm me with your mouth for at least three hours while you sit on a dildo as a treat. You will do it, right? For me? Don't I deserve a treat for once?"
He doesn't even have to try all that hard to score that high, he just likes seeing you hope that he fails even though you know it's no use. Yandere Nerd is an asshole, and he totally deserved to be rejected by you before you got kidnapped, but how're you going to tell him that when you're stuck sucking on his balls?
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ghouljams · 21 hours ago
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Ghost would absolutely slay in a Pyramid head halloween costume. More so if You're going a nurse. Short dress would do nothing to stop him more so when he has an extra knife or two(Not really into rape or CNC myself, but I DO know a lot of your other followers are! So this ones for you ;] )
OUGH You read my mind
Trying to tug the tiny skirt down over your ass while you're getting ready to go out, your friends said it would be a cute idea but now you're having regrets. The only thing you can really get into is the bandage wrapping around your head, and the sfx makeup you've put on your arms/legs. You're pretty sure no one is going to know what you are.
Until you get to the party your friends invited you to, and make eye contact(?) with a big boy dressed as pyramid head. Who ends up following you around the party for the rest of the evening. Stalking you, really. He looms over you, his bare scarred chest breathing heavy and his rough hand just brushing the bare skin your dress still doesn't cover. You squim every time you feel it, knowing that only makes the dress ride up higher on your ass.
It doesn't help that the jell-o shots you've taken are making your skin hot and your panties wet, because as soon as his fingers find their way between your thighs your eyes are rolling.
You just keep thinking about the last horror-porn you watched: Pyramid head digging his knife into some poor girl while his fat cock destroys her cunt. Ugh. You gotta stop masturbating to that stuff.
You probably wouldn't find yourself pressed against a wall by your own version with his pierced cock rutting between your folds if you you did. Not that you can find it in yourself to care when the big boy pushes the pyramid mask up and shoves his tongue down your throat. Just like Silent Hill 2.
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shouyuus · 2 days ago
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doctor, doctor
zayne; 3,377; fluff and smut, no "y/n", knowing use of sex drugs, handjob, oral (f!receiving), face riding, shockingly soft intermission, missionary, internal creampies, banter (it's zayne duh), needy!zayne
summary: zayne volunteers as a guinea pig to test out an antidote to a new love drug. spoiler alert: the antidote sucks.
a/n: phew! i haven't written this much porn in... /checks watch/ well ever really. but im not that mad about it! it's a genre i've always felt a bit weak in so im glad to get some practice :) pls enjoy!
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─── 黎深 YOU KNOW SOMETHING’S WRONG the second he gets home. There’s a bright flush to his cheeks, a glassy look to his eyes, and he reaches out to brace himself against the counter almost as soon as he’s through the door, sucking in a deep breath.
“Z-Zayne? What’s wrong?” you rush up to him, reaching out to press a palm to his cheek, lashes fluttering as you pull it away, startled. “Oh my god, you’re burning up!”
“No — it’s fine. I’m fine.” He tries to push you away, but can’t help the soft groan that leaves his lips as he nuzzles into your touch. You frown, letting him press into the palm of your hand before he turns to drop a kiss to your skin, looking down at you with hooded eyes. “It’s… not what you think.”
“Not what I…” you blink up at him, worry slowly being eclipsed by a trembling uncertainty.
Something’s not right, you think, but judging by the way he’s still able to hold himself steady, he’s not that sick. So then —
“Ah… fuck —” he curses, leaning forward to bury his nose into your shoulder, tugging you to him in a sudden embrace that has you squeaking, startled by the strength of his hold. And you’re not imagining it; up this close, you can feel his thready heartbeat reverberating through his chest to yours, and his arms around you — is he… trembling?
“Zayne?”
It’s so rare that he curses so easily, so openly. Usually, this kind of language is reserved for the bedroom but —
You go still in his arms, heat washing up the back of your neck into your cheeks as you feel the unmistakable hardness against your hip. Your mind grinds to a startling halt as you try to reconcile these two pieces of strange, incompatible information.
He’s sick… but he’s hard?
“Sorry — I just —” he tries to pull away, shaking his head as if to clear it but his eyes are still glazed when he stumbles back and lets himself sag against the closed front door. You let your eyes take stock of him — his ruddy cheeks and fluttering lashes, the shiver in his limbs, the clench in his jaw as he looks anywhere but at you.
“Zayne. What’ going on?”
He almost hisses at the sharp edge to your tone.
“There’s a new drug out on the market,” he says, his voice thin even as he cards a hand through his hair and tries to take a steadying breath. “It’s… being sold underground, and it’s a potent —” he swallows, tugging at his collar, and it’s only then that you notice the thin sheen of sweat glistening over his skin, “— a potent love drug.”
Your eyebrows skyrocket as you blink up at him.
“A… love drug?”
Zayne sighs, frowning slightly as he jerks at his tie, pulling the knot loose to let it hang around his neck as he thumbs at the top button of his shirt. His fingers, usually so quick and nimble, seem strangely uncoordinated. And after a second, you reach out to gently swat his hand away, popping the top button for him, blushing as he hisses out a breath and lets his head thump back against the door.
“Yes,” he answers, his voice clipped as he tries to look anywhere but at your face. “Our R&D department has been developing a cure and —”
“And?” you ask, letting your finger trace down the thin band of his exposed chest to catch on the next button of his shirt.
“And…” he swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he purses his lips, “they needed willing participants to —”
Understanding floods through you like a wash of cold water. You let out a disbelieving laugh.
“You volunteered to test the antidote,” you say, staring up at his flushed face, his sweat-slick skin, the unfocused fracture to his eyes, the way his pupils are blown so wide they look almost entirely black.
You lick your lips, feeling another wave of heat crest through you as tingles shoot down your spine at the thought.
“Yes,” he answers again, sounding aggrieved and relieved both that you’ve finally understood.
“But…” you let your words trail off, letting your eyes rake down his trembling body and back up again.
Zayne sighs, shaking his head, “Well, it’s a work in progress.”
“Mm,” you hum, biting back a laugh that you know wouldn’t be entirely appropriate, given the desperate look on his face. Still, that forbidden knot had started to twist in your gut as you assess the situation.
It’s not every day that chance delivers your boyfriend so pliant and willing to your literal shared front door. And you’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“So?” you say, taking half a step back and folding your arms, reveling in the way he tips forward immediately to chase your warmth. “How do we —” you wave a hand towards him, feeling a strange, impossible fit of giggles threatening to spill from you at the sheer absurdity of the situation.
Zayne slates you a rueful look before leaning back to pinch at his nose bridge.
“T-the researchers say that the effects —” he pauses to take another deep breath. You can’t help noticing the increasingly obvious bulge in his work slacks and you feel your own thighs tense as the knot in your stomach twists just a tad tighter. “The effects should wear off on their own in a few hours but…”
“But?” you prompt, lacing your hands behind your back as you teeter on the balls of your feet, feeling an ever-familiar tingle race from the nape of your neck to the tips of your toes.
“But… there’s nothing much to do except to —” Zayne’s fingers twitch as he forces himself to open his eyes and stare at a nondescript point over your shoulder, “to ride it out, as they say.”
At this, you break — you fall into a fit of giggles that has Zayne sighing again as he pushes himself off the door and making his unsteady way to the bedroom.
“W-wait! Where’re you going?” you ask, tugging at his arm.
He twists to stare at you, “I — to bed. Or I can sleep on the couch tonight if it’ll make you more —”
You roll your eyes and yank him down for a kiss. He can’t even pretend to protest as he moans and melts into the heat of your mouth. You thread your fingers through his hair and feel his palms gripping at your waist, tight, and then tighter.
“Y’know… for a smart guy… you’re really kind of clueless sometimes.”
“Y-yeah?” Zayne asks, his breath hot against your lips. You nod, letting him tug you both back towards the bedroom, him nearly stumbling in his haste, you biting back another fit of giggles as he sits down hard on the edge of the bed and slots you between his legs, running his hands up and down the backs of your legs, fingers dancing towards the lace trimming of your panties.
“Did you really think that I wasn’t going to help you?” you ask, your voice low.
He lets out another thick groan as you cup his cheeks and tilt his head back to look at you.
“I — I don’t — I thought that maybe —” he stutters, but you shake your head.
“C’mon doc,” you say, grinning as his eyes narrow. You give his chest a light push and watch, satisfied, as he allows himself topple back onto the mattress. “Tell me where it hurts.”
He sucks in a breath between his teeth, staring at you with a look of such unadulterated love that you find yourself almost getting shy. Almost. You crawl onto the bed, nudging apart his legs, walking your fingers up this thighs as he jerks, head falling back into the pillows.
“Please…” the plea leaves his lips parted, and you feel the heat pulse between your own legs, feel your mouth water as you look down at the pliant, panting form of Zayne’s body, spread out on the bed, his chest rising and falling at quick intervals as he watches you from beneath hooded eyes.
Briefly, you consider teasing him, but disregard the thought after realizing that he’d probably driven home feeling much like this. And you reach up to tug loose the belt, making quick work of his trousers, pulling down his boxers to reveal his cock — thick and leaking so much precum that your hands come away sticky.
“A-ah — fuck.” Again, he swears, as you tentatively wrap your fingers around his girth, and it’s not the first time you’ve done this, nor will it be the last, but it never fails to surprise you (just a little) how thick he is in your hands — how your fingers don’t reach all the way around.
You give him a few solid pumps, feeling the angry veins pulse beneath your palms as you try to work up a tempo, his hips jumping as he lets out a string of deep, throaty moans that have you clenching around nothing.
“Wait — wait —” he reaches for you, his thighs jumping slightly as your rhythm slows, and he hisses out a long breath, his brows furrowed as you tease your thumb around the underside of his cock hood, allowing yourself a tiny, devious grin as he whimpers high in the back of his throat.
“Yes, doc? Did you have any… complaints?” you drag your tongue across your lips before leaning down and letting your hot breath fan over his purpling head, feeling the heat between your own legs spread through you as thick beads of precum ooze from his slit.
“Come — come here —” he motions up the bed and you cock your head, glancing back down at what you’re certain is quite the painful erection.
“You don’t want…” you tighten your hold around his shaft as he catches his lips in his teeth and groans.
“I — I do. But I want —” he swallows, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief second, “I want to taste you.”
Desire curls solid at the base of your spine as you feel yourself throbbing at the thought. Zayne’s never been anything but a devout lover, and you’d often reflected that it really does pay to have a boyfriend who has a truly occupational knowledge of human anatomy.
“Yeah?” you ask, your own voice going breathy as you inch up the mattress, his hands settling so easily on the plush of your thighs, his eyes flitting up and down your body almost as if he doesn’t quite know where to look. You lift up your skirt and tug off your panties, with the full intention of lowering yourself slowly, but with a wretched moan, Zayne pulls you down over his face hard enough for you to gasp, your weight tipping forward so hard that you have to brace your hands on the backboard to stop yourself from toppling right over.
You feel his tongue lick a long strip along the seam of your cunt, the sting of his fingers digging into your thighs as he holds you over his mouth, groaning into the sopping heat of you, his tongue already pushing into you as he gives your clit a hard suck that has your mind fizzing out into tv static.
“Z-Zayne — oh fuck —!”
He strains against you, pressing his face so far into you you’re almost afraid he’s going to suffocate, but he only holds you tighter when you try to pull away, his mouth chasing your puffy lips. You grind yourself against his face, feeling his nose nudge at your clit as he sinks his tongue ever deeper into you, fucking it into you with a perverse need.
And it doesn't take long like this, not when he's so intimately aware of all your softest parts, all your most sensitive places.
“I — ah — ah — I’m s-so —” you stutter, as you feel the familiar tightening in your belly, the coil twisting as thin tendrils of heat start to skitter up through your limbs and you feel your orgasm building inside you.
Zayne lets out a debauched moan, letting it rumble from his mouth straight into your cunt and it’s enough to have your eyes fluttering shut as you break over his mouth, whimpering, hips stuttering as the white-hot fire chases washes through you in a great wave, leaving you feeling boneless and slightly winded.
Zayne pulls away panting, licking his lips, his eyes dark as an oil spill, completely devoid of light as he stares up at you, his gaze more licentious than you’ve ever seen it before. Even in the champagne-bubble weightlessness of your post-orgasmic haze, you recognize the crystalizing need in his movements as he releases your thighs, his handprints inked into your skin, red and fresh — you’re sure they’ll still be there tomorrow.
“H-how do you want me?” you ask, your voice a little slurred as he reaches up to wipe a thumb along his bottom lip, collecting the remnants of your slick there, only to lean in and press his mouth to yours. You groan against him, the messy tang of your own juices sharp on your tongue as he kisses you, pressing you back into the mattress till you’re pinned beneath him.
“Just like this…” he whispers, and you marvel at the restraint still in his actions, even as he quickly sheds the rest of his clothing, tossing them off into the careless dark of the room.
There’s a moment, caught in-between one kiss and the next, where he pulls back and looks at you, his eyes so soft, his expression unguarded, where you wonder if you’ll ever be able to see yourself through his eyes, and a tender warmth spreads through you as you realize that this is what love has always meant to feel like. There have been fireworks, yes, and whirlwinds. There’ve been storms and sunny days. But there will always be moments like this, caught in the almost light of a moonless night, when you are so much more than the sum of your parts, added together.
When your bodies are more breath than air, skin and share, and all the parts of you that you might’ve wanted to hide from the world are here, collected in the negative space between your bodies, held and loved like buried treasure.
“I love you,” he says, quietly, simply.
You gasp as you feel him pushing into you, his cock stretching you till you’re nearly breathless.
“I — I love you too.”
Zayne nods, fucks into you till he’s bottomed out, and though you can feel his arms trembling with the effort, he holds still to let you adjust. And it’s not till you give him a tiny nod that he puffs out a held breath and pulls back to fuck right back into you again. You keen, head tossing back into the mess of sheets, feeling every vein and ridge of his cock as it drags along your clenching walls.
“I don’t — I won’t be able to —” he can’t make out a full sentence, but you don’t care, just the size and weight of him are enough to make your vision blinker out at the edges.
“Mm — h-harder — please Zayne —” and its his name more than anything that proves his undoing. He lets out a clipped grunt before straightening and pulling your legs up, shifting your hips till you’re flush against him.
“Y-yeah — I’ve got you —” he gives you calf a quick kiss before rucking his hips down, his cock ramming into your g-spot hard enough for you to see stars. And then hammering into you with a desperate speed, chasing his own pleasure and it’s all you can do to keep from being tossed over the edge, too far, too fast.
“Yes — yes — yes!” you’re babbling something, nails scrabbling at his arms, his chest, his back, at anything you can reach as he pummels your abused hole, bullying his cock deeper and deeper into you till you clench around him, your orgasm blazing through you even as he shows no signs of slowing down.
“It’s — you feel — so — tight —” his pace stutters, his voice breaking over your name as he hoists one of your legs over his hips, “I’m —”
You nod, reaching up to tug a strand of hair away from his sweat-slicked forehead.
“I-inside — you can — want you to fill me up —”
Zayne keens, thrusting forward one last time before you feel him pulsing inside you, the warm spill of his cum stuffing you full till you can feel the remnants leaking down the curve of your ass. You bite your lips, swallowing hard as Zayne jerks into you a few more times till he finally stills, the pair of you both panting, your bodies sticky now with too many bodily fluids to count.
You let out a breathy laugh as he hisses, casting you a reproachful look.
“Y-you’re still hard…”
He sighs, nodding, “Yes… it’s one of the… more tedious side effects of the drug.”
He makes to pull out but you stop him, tugging him into your chest and running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
“You need to tell your R&D department that their antidote is very ineffective.”
Zayne chuckles, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him, the pair of you now curled into each other, his arms around you, his twitching cock still pressed inside you.
“Yes, I’ll be sure to send them a memo.”
You nuzzle further into his chest but your eyes catch on the clock hanging on the opposite wall and you frown.
“It’s only been… 43 minutes?”
Zayne glances at the clock as well before turning his gaze back towards you.
“Seems so.”
You lick your lips, feeling your mouth go dry as you feel him throb once more inside you.
“How long… did you say the effects last for again?”
Zayne heaves a very serious-sounding sigh even as you adjust yourself to be sitting over his hips, his cock sheathed inside you as you plant your hands on his chest.
“The R&D department said anywhere from a few hours to…” he lets his words trail off, a devious glint flashing behind his eyes, “in the worst cases, a few days.”
You shiver as he casually settles his palms on your hips, rocking you forward and back. You let out a hitched moan as your over-sensitive clit drags along the skin of his lower abdomen and his cock jerks inside you.
“D-days?” you echo, swirling your hips around in a soft figure 8 that has him sucking in a harsh breath, his brows furrowing with pleasure.
“Y-yeah… I’m assuming your offer of help still s-stands?” he does his level best to keep his voice dry, but his breath hitches as you pull yourself up the length of his cock before slamming back down. And already, there’s that self-same hunger eclipsing the light in his eyes as he stares down at the place where a thick ring of white has formed around the base of his cock, more liquid seeping out of you with every moment you make.
“Mm — maybe I’ll need a f-few breaks but —” you whimper as he thrust up into you, his thighs clenching beneath you, “like you said w-we just n-need to ride it out, right?”
Zayne purses his lips in concentration as he roots his feet into the bed before fucking up into you once, twice, three times, bouncing you on his cock with the sheer strength of his legs and thighs.
“Right.”
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wcters · 1 day ago
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𝟮𝟰 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 + 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗥𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘
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pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
word count: 2.9k+
summary: your view of the behind the scenes and video of “i ate and trained like lando norris for 24 hours”
warnings: swearing, some pda, sexual innuendos, flirting | here’s some redemption for lando, this may suck because i need to get better at writing transitions, please watch the video titled in the summary for context 😚
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You were awoken by the feeling of a finger grazing your hip. You mumbled something incoherent and went to go back to sleep when you felt a kiss on your cheek. “Time to get up.” You heard your boyfriend whisper from behind you. “Go away.” You mumbled, still not fully awake and angry that you had been woken up. “Unless you want to be caught walking around in just a shirt and underwear in front of a camera, you need to get up.”
You let out a groan and rubbed your eyes as you remembered what day it was. Lando was filming a Quadrant video with Ethan and the man who rivalled you in how much you love your boyfriend, Morgan ━━ otherwise known as “Angry Ginge”. You and him had a rivalry, though it was just fun and games, and Lando and Morgan make it known a lot. “Fine, fine.” You shooed him away with a movement of your hand and moved to lay on your back as you finally opened your eyes.
When you looked around, you were blessed with the sight of your boyfriends bare back as he changed into a basic hoodie and pants. You let out a wolf whistle and he turned around to face you with a look on his face. “What? Can’t appreciate my wonderful boyfriend?” He laughed and turned around to continue. “As long as I can do the same to my girlfriend.”
The two of you fell into a quiet conversation of how the day was going to go as you willed yourself to get up from your extremely comfy bed to get ready. “What time is it anyway?” You had a habit of keeping your phone plugged in in the living room because even though your boyfriend was a multimillionaire, the plug in on your side of the bed was shitty and both of you don’t bother to get it fixed. You didn’t mind it too much though. When Lando wasn’t away at races, he was here with you and he’d let you know the time. When he wasn’t, you’d use the plug in on his side because you sleep on his side when he’s away anyway.
“Around 7:15. Wanted to give you time to shower and put makeup on if you needed to.” He replied, heading out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You hummed in acknowledgment even though he couldn’t hear you and you finished getting dressed before heading to the bathroom to do your skincare and put makeup on. By the time you were done doing that and made your way into the kitchen it was 7:45. As Lando got prepared for filming, you spent the rest of the time cleaning up things around the house. It wasn’t messy, per se, but you wanted the house to look good for the guests and the boys. You know both Morgan and Ethan wouldn’t care about some coffee mugs left on the table or some blanket strewn about, but you didn’t care.
As you unplugged your phone to check the time and see if you had any missed messages the doorbell rang. You put your phone down as to not be rude. You had met Ethan before, but you’d never met Ginge in person before. You heard the door open and greetings being said before there are footsteps and the four figures come into view. You hug Ethan while telling him you missed him and hoped he’s doing good before making your way over to Ginge. “Y/n.” He said as if a brawl is about to start. You play along, “Morgan.” There’s silence as the camera films the encounter before you hug and greet each other. “It’s nice to meet you in person.” You tell him as you pull away. “You two, I guess.” He joked. You roll your eyes.
“Well, welcome in.” Lando interrupted as he gestures to the apartment. You lead the boys through a tour of the house as you point out different rooms ━━ and you add on embarrassing stories about Lando that make him blush.
“He takes up more space with his trophy’s than with you,” Ginge teased as he looked at the trophies on the side table in the living room. Lando opened his mouth to respond but you do it first. “At least we have trophies to put out? What do you have? The award for most annoying person ever?” Morgan started to rant and you laugh as you lean into Lando’s body. “We hang photos elsewhere.” You answer seriously this time. “All the embarrassing ones stay in the camera roll though. I wear a bonnet to bed and Lando thinks it’s hilarious and takes pictures every time. I’ve tried to get him to wear one as it’s good at protecting your hair, but he claimed he couldn’t sleep with it.” “I couldn’t!” “I’d pay to see that.”
Morgan played with the box and ended up breaking it ━━ you know how to fix it, you’re prepared, and you all make conversations as they set up the “interview” spot in the living room and film them. After that, you all make your way to the kitchen. “That better not be what we’re eatin’.” Ginge exclaimed as Lando opened the door to the fridge. “This is your breakfast, my friend.” Lando smiled and pointed to the containers. Morgan turned to you, “are you eating that?” You shook your head and let out a ‘no’. “That’s for him and you guys, I get my own food.” You tell them. “I want whatever that is because it has to be better than this.”
“This might be one of the best breakfasts you’ll ever have.” Lando told them. “Mate, that looks like you ate reakfast and then threw it up.” Ethan joked. “It’s actually not bad,” you interrupted as you started to make your breakfast, “I’ve had it before. It’s quite good, although I’m not a fan of cinnamon.” “It has cinnamon in it?” Ginge asked. “Apple, cinnamon, and pecan.” Lando answered. They chat about the texture and make fun of it as you finish making your breakfast.
“You normally up at this time?” Morgan questioned Lando. “Yeah.” “What about you y/n?” “Depends on the day,” you reply, “I’m normally not up this early but with travelling and work it changes.” “What time do you go to bed?” Morgan continued. “Depends.” “On what?” Ethan raised an eyebrow. “If they’re going at it, dirty bastards.” You laugh and Lando blushes at that. “It’s not always nighttime.” You winked at them before heading into the dining room and turning on your computer. You worked from home which made it easier to visit Lando at races. Most of them you went to, but sometimes you had to stay home as you had an important meeting or had to head into your works headquarters. You wanted to take the time you had right now to finish sending some emails and editing work before the day officially started.
There was some more conversation before Lando kissed your head and let you know that they were going to go do some training. A couple minutes passed before you were done replying to emails and things. “Y/n?” Lando called out to you from the workout room. “What?” You called back as you got up and closed your laptop. “Where are the workout bands?” “I think they’re in the bedroom.” You crossed your arms as you made your way into the hallway facing the room. “How have the workout bands made it to the bedroom?” Ethan asked out loud. “I do yoga in there because I like to watch my show while I do it,” you answered, “always so dirty minded Ethan.” You shake your head with a smile on your face.
Lando comes back with them and they continue with what they were doing before, obviously with some jokes ━━ especially about the mirror you have in there ━━ and Ginge “flirting” with your boyfriend. You joined in on some things like the planking and the stretches, but you opted out of most of it. Who could blame you? You preferred to ogle your boyfriend. You did the same when they moved on to the cryotherapy. “You not joinin’ us? Coward.” Morgan teased you as you stood behind the camera. “Mate, I do not need to be in -110 degrees. I didn’t do that full workout.” As they went in, you could hear the jokes and the laughing that was happening in there.
You turned to the camera to speak. “I’ve done that before, and let’s just say I never want to do it again. I felt like my tits were going to fall off. Their reactions are valid.” You told the camera as you knew their footage from inside was going in. When the three minutes were up, you let the boys know and they came rushing out as soon as the door was opened. “Mate, that was freezing.” Ethan said as he came out. “I felt the cold when the door was opened, I can’t imagine how you guys feel,” You laughed, “If you’re still cold when we get back to the house I’ll give you some blankets.”
The boys and you came home around one pm after the cryotherapy and they sat around the dining table as they get introduced to their lunch. You had leftovers from when you went out for dinner a couple days ago so you were eating that. Since this morning, you could tell that the boys were probably going to hate the menu today. You felt a little bad, but also thought it was funny. It was their video idea. You could hear Morgan’s complaining in the kitchen.
“What’s this though?” You hear Ginge ask as you enter the dining room. “Radish.” You answer as you take a peice of chicken from Lando’s bowl and put in your mouth. “Oh, that’s disgusting.” Ginge exclaimed once he puts the radish in his mouth. “I’ll just eat the mango, I’m not having anything else.” Ginge said with a furrow in his brow. “No, eat all of it.” “You can’t force it down my throat. “Here,” you started as you swallowed your bite, “eat what you can and you can have this. It’s still quite healthy but I assume it’s things you like.” You traded your meal with his. “I like those so I’ll eat them.” The camera panned to Lando and his face of disbelief. “I don’t know how you can like that.” Morgan glanced between you and the plate with disgust. You shrugged, “his nutritionist makes good food.” Ethan made a face that obviously says he disagrees and Lando laughs. “How often do you have this?” Morgan asked him as he takes a bit of your food. “About five times a week.” Lando answered, “though sometimes I’ll have leftovers like y/n was.”
“Do you ever get bored of this and think ‘fuck it, I’ll have a pizza’?” Lando laughs and then nods. “All the time.” You revealed to them, “though he’s usually good at sticking with that.” You point to the bowl in front of him. “Does y/n eating regular food make you jealous?” Ethan questioned and you laugh at the choice of words. “Sometimes, but she eats healthy as well so it’s the same level of nutrition and tastes quite similarly.” Lando explained. “Sometimes I’ll sneak him a pizza though.” You reveal as you smirk. “Hey, I do that to myself all the time.” Morgan joked.
There was some quiet conversation as the boys started their game of Jenga before Ginge spoke up. “How’d you two meet?” He asked as Ethan was trying carefully to get a brick out. “I was actually doing a media internship with McLaren in 2021. I have to be honest, I had no idea who Lando was. I had heard of Lewis a couple times but I wasn’t a big F1 fan. McLaren was just an opportunity that popped up and I took it.” You explained to everyone. “So, officially ending the rumours, you’re not a gold digger?” Morgan asked as a joke. You hummed, “I can’t say that.” You laugh. “I’m just kidding, no, I’m not. We made a deal that we half most things but he just gets to the bill before me most of the time. I need to work on being quicker.” The camera panned to Lando as he ate. “I like to spoil her.” “I’d let you spoil me Lando.” Ginge winked as the brunette. You jokingly glare at him. “I’m sorry, he just loves me too much.” He continued to say, “he’s just afraid to admit it.” “Oh yeah, I’m sure.” You nod slowly.
“How did you ask her out?” Ethan asked Lando. He put a finger to his lips, “it’s a secret.” Because he wouldn’t tell everyone looked at you. “He doesn’t want to tell because it’s embarrassing. I’m not allowed to tell.” You told them the truth. It was. If he just felt it was embarrassing you would’ve told but it really was embarrassing. He had a whole plan of what he was going to do but when I happened he got nervous and fucked it. The boys begged to hear the story. “The only thing I’ll say is I’m surprised I said yes.”
“It was that bad?” Morgan asked in disbelief. “I mean, I knew you were bad at flirting but I didn’t think it was that bad.” Lando blushed and tried it come up with a response. “Even if I knew before he asked me out he was rich, that probably wouldn’t change my chances of saying no.” Both Ethan and Ginge grimaced. “Does Max know?” Ethan then asked. “Nope. No one knows except for me and Lando ━━ and maybe Daniel who might’ve witnessed it.” Lando then jokingly hit you on the back of the head and you knew it was time to stop. You laughed and stuck your tongue out at him.
The next thing that Lando had planned for them was sim racing. He explained how it works and what circuit it was set on before he got on it to set up a baseline for what time they needed to get. “Who do you thinks going to be the best?” Ethan asked you as Lando was in the chair. “I mean . . . Ethan doesn’t even have his license but in that one quadrant video where they tested everyone’s driving skills he did alright,” you answered, “it’s also happening on a screen. I’ve never seen you drive,” you pointed to Morgan, “but I don’t know if I’d trust you.” Ethan gave you a fist bump as the ginger put a hand over his heart. “That wounds me, y/n.” “Just being honest.” You shrugged. “Too honest in my opinion.”
After setting a time and letting Ethan have a practice go, he let the boys know they had to be within 4.5 seconds of his time - having changed it from 10 and then having a mini fight with Ginge. It was Ethan’s turn first at the simulator. He did pretty well in your eyes ━━ besides hitting a cone and sliding off the track. Compared to Ginge, he was excellent. You didn’t know what was happening with Morgan and what he was doing, but you did know it was incredibly funny . . . And you definitely took videos of him freaking out that totally weren’t for blackmail.
After he crashed for the millionth time and you laughing again, he turned his face to you. “Do you want to give it a go then?” He challenge you. “Sure.” You replied, sliding into the seat as he got up. You’d done the sim a few times. Mostly Lando trying to teach you and you not getting it, but other times you’d be bored at the house and try to give it a try. You think you did well with the two times you tried it. You only crashed once and went off a few times, and were only a little better than Ethan. Morgan kept yelling and saying it was clearly rigged and that the software was dogshit.
The day in Monaco ended with going out for dinner and Lando taking the boys out for a helicopter ride. You didn’t know this, but in the final video cut there’d be clips but together of you and Morgan bickering all throughout the video and whenever this would happen, the camera would show either Lando and Ethan with a look on their face. Even though you pretended to not like Morgan, he was a pretty good guy. You had a good time with him and Ethan ━━ especially singing karaoke in the car.
And for anyone’s information, you were definitely forced to get Lightning McQueen crocs against your will.
+ moment featured in morgan’s vlog
You stood at the passenger side of the car with your arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “What?” Morgan asked you. “Why you starin’ at me like that?” “That’s my seat.” You tell him as you make a movement with your head. He makes a face, “you don’t claim seats. And I got here first. In the back you go.” That’s when Lando made his war to the car and into the drivers seat. “That’s her seat, mate.” He told the ginger. He makes the same face as he did before. He shakes his head and gets up, pulling his phone out of his pocket and begins to film. “This is discrimination against the poor. I’m suing you.” You smile at him. “Too bad, I’m his girlfriend, I get the passenger seat.” “You just wait until he dumps you for me, babe. Then you’ll be sorry.” “When that day happens, you can get the story of how he asked me out.”
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amazinglyashy · 2 days ago
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Hi hi I just found your blog like an hour ago and I’ve been scrolling and am obsessed with the way you write for the l&ds!! ❤️❤️ if you don’t mind I love a little angst and was wondering if you could write the boys reacting to MC showing up at their doorstep heavily injured from like a fight with a wanderer.
Oh my gosh thank you!!! And I don't mind at all, my friends make fun of me for how much I enjoy hurt/comfort and angst :'D Thank you for the request!
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LaDS men react to you appearing on their doorstep, injured and bleeding
Xavier -
If you end up at his door, it's more than likely because your unconscious decided to hit the button for his floor rather than your own. You just wanted to get home, not bother anyone, but he's stood right there. Having just come home from grabbing a late night snack from a nearby convenience store, you stumbled out of the elevator right as he's unlocking his front door.
He drops his keys and his bag.
It's a good thing too, because your legs gave out right then, so it's much better for him to catch you if his arms are free.
He's calling your name, and while you're still conscious, you're not really processing anything anymore. You're in too much shock, and you've lost too much blood by now.
He'll get the door unlocked and rush you inside his apartment, setting you down on his couch as he runs for a first aid kit, calling the association for emergency services while he does so.
"You're going to be okay. I promise. Just continue to breathe, alright?"
Xavier doesn't know if he's saying that to comfort you or himself, but he also isn't stopping to think about it, as he rapidly administers first aid to your wounds to at least slow the bleeding until help can arrive.
It's three in the morning but he's wide awake sitting next to your bed at the hospital, something unnatural for someone so sleep deprived usually.
He can't bring himself to shut his eyes though.
It's not work the risk.
Not until you wake up first.
Zayne -
It's like his brain splits into two the moment that he sees you standing there.
One side is his medical knowledge rushing forward as he moves to catch you as your feet stumble beneath you, trying to impossibly assess the extent of the damage before even getting to see it all. It's the half that's taking you to his kitchen table, because it's the easiest workspace for him right now. The one that's pulling out his doctor's bag from the closet in the hall, and the first aid kit from the cupboard in the kitchen as he cuts your shirt open.
The other side?
Oh honey, his heart is breaking.
If you think there's a day at work where he doesn't pray to any existent or nonexistent god that he doesn't see you today, spread out on a gurney or operating table without warning due to your unconscious state, then you'd be painfully wrong.
It's amazing how well he works while panicking on the inside, his skilled hands patching your wounds after meticulous sterilization, any sutures needed placed perfectly even through your pained groans tugging at his heart.
He knows he needs to get you to the hospital, even though he's taken good care of you in his own home. But he needs to sink to the floor for a minute, his back dragging against the wall as he heaves a deep sigh. It's a heavy toll feeling the stick of the dried blood on his hands- your blood on his hands.
With all his knowledge, he knows you'll be okay. He knows he himself will be okay. But right now-
He's not.
Sylus -
The N109 zone is beyond dangerous, mostly due to the criminals and leeches lurking in the dark shadows, but there's also no shortage of Wanderers, including ones that have been genetically altered to be even worse than they normally were.
So when Sylus sees you stumbling at his doorstep, bloodied hand reaching for the knob as he glances at the camera feed, he's not sure he could say he's ever moved so fast in his life otherwise. "Sweetie-" He breathes, as he catches you, scooping you up and rushing you inside as quickly as he possibly can without aggravating your already extensive injuries.
Luke is already running for first aid, and Kieran is already contacting the doctor. Mephisto is shrieking in the hall as he follows Sylus to his bedroom, protesting the fact that Sylus had needed him for surveillance of a target today instead of watching you.
Sylus knows.
He knows this is his fault.
If he had had someone keeping an eye on you, this wouldn't have happened.
His eyes are glued to your barely conscious form in his arms, the guilt in the recesses of his heart digging deeper with every slather of red that painted your skin.
Sorry to say, you're going to have your work cut out for you when you wake up. It's going to take a lot of heavy lifting on your part to convince him that he's not at fault for what happened to you.
And you will be waking up.
Sylus will make sure of that.
Rafayel -
Don't make his nightmares a reality.
Not again.
He's catching you before you can even begin to sway, and he'll be lucky if he remembers to shut the door behind him, his body melding against yours as he picks you up and runs down to his car.
"No, no no no. You stay awake, cutie."
He's definitely breaking at least a dozen laws just trying to get you to Akso hospital as quickly as he can. His mind is racing as fast as his car is moving down the streets, wondering what could have happened to you, what he should be doing right now, if he should have administered first aid to you before taking off-
But he's there so fast, it would have been nearly identical on the clock regardless of him still choosing to rush you to the hospital, or run to get and administer first aid for you from within his home.
He's there until you wake up- wide awake no matter how long it takes. It could be minutes, hours, days- he can't sleep. The image of you dying before him- the image of you standing on his doorstep as well- etched on the back of his eyelids every time he tried to close his eyes.
He talks to you even when you're not awake, stroking your hand, your cheek, the side of your neck- trying to make sure you're as comfortable as he can make you.
When you wake up again, he has to hold himself back with everything in him from squeezing you too tightly. He doesn't want to burst your stitches or harm you, but his body and arms are all-encompassing on you as he hugs you firmly, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
He really doesn't need you to see him cry.
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slvttyplum · 1 day ago
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whenever satoru saw his muscles getting bigger, he got serious about twisting and turning you in every position imaginable; he loved to stretch you out, so deep it felt like his dick was in your stomach.
one position he adored really much that allowed him to stretch you out good using all his strength.
once he had you in this position, there was no pleading or whining cute enough for him to stop fucking you. the way he had you positioned had his dick snuggled all in your guts; there’s no way he could stop.
feeling the way your pussy dripped all over his dick, he slammed into you repeatedly, his grunts all in your ear every time he pushed against your walls.
it took a toll on your body; your neck and thighs were sore from hours of him holding them in place, but never once did you regret him twisting you in that position any chance he got.
his hand traveling to your clit rubbing it, giving you extra stimulation so he can see you struggle while he still fucked into you.
tightening the grip around your neck so you had no choice but to look down at your pussy that dripped with your arousal and his cum, watching as his dick stretched you out and every inch being shoved inside of you.
knowing satoru, he couldn’t just leave it in this difficult position that had your stomach twisting and turning. deliberately placing you in front of a mirror as he did it, pushing as deep as he could so he could feel your wet walls tighten around him.
the tip of his dick pressing firmly on your sweet spot.
the way he had you stretched out had your body on edge, making it easier for you to squirt—a sight and feeling that satoru knew and loved all too well.
it applied pressure to your lower stomach and insides, where you spilled everything that was sitting inside of you, your chest tingly with arousal.
when he put you in positions, he made sure that you felt every stretch and every inch that was slid inside of you.
whether that be with your face in the mattress and your ass in the air with him digging inside of you, or your thighs pushed back while his body weight laid on you pushing all eight inches inside.
he put his all into fucking you, breaking a sweat while looking into your eyes, or in this particular case where a mirror wasn’t present, his voice took over those eyes of his.
monitoring your breathing by telling you to breathe through your nose and breathe out with your body so your orgasms were messy, the way he liked them.
your toes tingling while he held you; although it was a difficult position to hold, and satoru got an inch and took a mile with how long he held you in it, it felt so fucking good, like you were seeing stars.
it was all so perfect.
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ruerecs · 2 days ago
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𝑗𝑒𝑜𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠 𝑖𝑖𝑖.
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PRACTICE by @hoseoksluna
you sacrifice your strawberries and eyelash wishes for the boy knocking at your door by @onlyswan
SEVEN MINUTES OF YOUR TIME
TWO WHORES IN A ROOM, THEY MIGHT KISS
BATHROOM OF POSSIBILITIES
by @frmisnow
softly, quietly by @oatsmeall
and now, waterfalls by @jeonsprincess
home by @angellcherry
COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES by @awrkive
an annoying kind of pretty by @couchpotatoaniki
when the sun hits by @angllicjk
lick back by @explicit-tae
bottle up old love by @wintaerbaer
daydream by @back2bluesidex
things you dont know by @btsgotjams27
begging for mercy by @jeonsalibi
crazy by @girlygguk
obvious by @lovieku
it was always you by @hueseok
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bunnis-monsters · 3 days ago
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Hello!
Not a request but do you have any thoughts on peacock hybrids?
Male peacock hybrid spreading out his feathers to impress you. He’s very snobby and thinks you’ll fall to your knees and just BEG to mate with him after seeing how pretty his feathers are.
But you’re not a peacock hybrid. You couldn’t care less about how pretty his feathers are, he has been a royal cunt the entire time you’ve known him.
So now he’s scrambling, utterly confused and heartbroken that you’ve rejected him. He cries himself to sleep that night, completely insecure over his feathers.
“You’re an asshole.”
That was your answer when he asked why you rejected him the next day. He had come into your bakery with his eyes all puffy and red from crying, his feathers drooping.
“You come in here every day, order the same complicated thing, act rude to my staff, and never think to say thank you. That, and you’re snobby. I’m not your servant, why should I have to spread the cream cheese on YOUR bagel!?”
He was utterly stunned. In the past, he’d rejected many females who swooned over his beautiful feathers. He had fallen head over heels for you… yet you felt nothing for him.
It was the first time he ever really got called out for how he behaved.
Perhaps it’s time to take a look inward for once… and he’s not sure why, but imagining finally getting to have you as all his… makes his pants tight.
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sushiyuzu · 2 days ago
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fainted
warning: fluff + comfort — soft!sylus taking care of you after you fainted 💫🫶🏻 [ x mc,x reader ]
a/n: thank you for the lovely request, anon! are you feeling better now? i’m concerned :c pls take care of yourself, okay? <3
anon’s request / link: click here
- second acc: @blushpawss
“you know… i don’t think i’ve ever seen a night like this,” you said softly, looking up at the stars shining in the dark sky.
the air was cool and fresh, wrapping around you like a gentle breeze as you and sylus walked down the almost empty street. it was quiet, with only the distant sound of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves.
you and sylus had discussed and planned this night out a few days ago, even though he lived far away in a place called onychinus. it was a big dangerous city far from linkon, where you lived. getting to linkon from onychinus took him hours, but he didn’t seem to mind.
never to him at all, when it comes to you.
“distance isn’t a problem,” he had told you over the phone, his voice calm and steady. “i’ll be there. all you have to do is say yes.”
of course, you had agreed. the thought of him driving all that way just to spend time with you made your heart race. you could almost hear him smile through the phone when you said yes.
“then it’s a plan,” he replied, as if the long drive was nothing.
now, as you strolled outside together under the night sky, you felt grateful. he had come all this way just to be with you. when he arrived, you felt a thrill seeing him step out of his sleek black car, his eyes finding yours as he walked toward you.
sylus looked at you from the side, his expression hard to read as always, but there was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. “guess it’s not often you’re out this late,” he said, his voice low and smooth, with a bit of his usual confidence. even though he was usually serious, you had learned to see the small ways he showed his softer side—mostly when he was with you.
and you find that adorable, however.
“maybe not,” you replied, a lighthearted tone in your voice. “but i like it… it’s peaceful.”
you had been walking together for a while, enjoying the cool night air. he had suggested this place earlier—a quiet little park just outside the city, away from the bright lights and noise. with the moon low in the sky, shining soft silver light on the path, it felt like a different world, one where time slowed down, and it was just the two of you.
you felt a small warmth in your chest that grew stronger when you were with him. the way he walked a bit closer to you tonight, his hand sometimes brushing against yours, made your heart beat a little faster. there was something calm and charming about him that made you feel safe, even when you felt a strange dizziness you couldn’t shake off. you had been feeling a bit off since earlier, but the moment felt too perfect to ruin with your worries. maybe it was nothing—a little tiredness or a chill in the air.
maybe.
“are you sure you’re alright?” he asked suddenly, his eyes focused on you as he noticed you swaying a bit. sylus had a way of noticing things that others might miss, and his attention to detail was almost surprising.
“yeah… i’m good, really,” you assured him, managing a small smile. “just a little lightheaded.” you laughed softly, trying to brush it off, though you could feel his gaze linger, a crease forming on his brow.
he didn’t buy it; you could tell by how he slowed his steps and focused completely on you. “we don’t have to keep walking,” he said, stopping and looking down at you with a mix of concern and determination. “we can go back to the car if you need to rest for a bit.”
“no, no… i’m fine, really,” you insisted, trying to sound convincing, but even to yourself, it felt weak. you wanted to stay and enjoy just a few more moments of this rare peace with him.
but that’s when it happened.
you felt the world tilt, the stars above becoming blurry and slipping away. your knees felt weak, and your vision faded to a soft blur. before you realized it, the ground seemed to disappear beneath you.
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when you opened your eyes, everything felt different. the cool night air was still there, but it felt warmer now, and you understood why—it was sylus. he was holding you in his arms, his strong grip supporting you. his expression was unusually soft, showing a rare vulnerability in his normally steady gaze. his voice was quiet, but it felt like a warm blanket around you.
“hey… you’re awake,” he said, relief laced in his tone. “just take it easy.”
you blinked, still feeling a bit confused, trying to understand what was happening. “what… what happened?” you asked softly, your voice shaking. it was a strange feeling to be so vulnerable, and the look in his eyes—something like worry—made it feel even more real.
“you fainted,” he said, his voice softer than you had ever heard. one of his hands was gently on your back, holding you close, while his other hand held yours, making you feel secure. “just breathe, okay? you’re safe.”
a wave of embarrassment washed over you as you realized what had happened. “i… i’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. “i didn’t mean to scare you…”
“don’t apologize,” he said, his voice strong but soft with unexpected kindness. “it’s not your fault. if anything, i should have noticed sooner.” he changed his grip a little, gently brushing his thumb along your shoulder in a way that felt almost unreal.
you took a shaky breath, feeling a little more steady, but still shaken by everything that happened. fainting was something you had never experienced before, and how sudden it was made you feel vulnerable, like you were on unsteady ground. “it… it’s never happened before,” you whispered, looking up at him, trying to hide the fear still in your eyes. “i didn’t know what to do…”
his gaze softened even more, which was rare to see. “you don’t have to know what to do. that’s what i’m here for,” he said quietly, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your shoulder, his touch comforting. “it’s okay to lean on me, you know? you don’t always have to be so strong.”
his words wrapped around you, calming the panic in your chest. sylus was always a loving presence, and even in moments like this, his affection shone through. every gentle touch and soft word felt like a promise that he would always be there for you. he helped you sit up, keeping his arm around your shoulders to steady you, his grip strong and reassuring.
“still dizzy?” he asked, his voice soft but full of quiet concern that made your heart ache in a good way.
“just a little,” you admitted, feeling a bit more stable now but still grateful for the warmth of his arm around you. “thank you, sylus… really. i don’t know what i would have done without you.”
he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head a little. “you think i’d let you faint without doing something?” his lips turned up into a small smile, a hint of his usual bold confidence coming back. “besides, if it’s you who needs me, i don’t mind being a little less… myself.”
his words made your heart skip a beat, and their meaning settled over you. for someone like sylus, who was so confident and calm, it meant a lot to know he would let his guard down just for you. he wasn’t just saying it—he was showing it with every careful movement and every gentle touch.
after a while, he helped you get back up, guiding you carefully to a nearby bench under the trees, where the moonlight filtered softly through the leaves. you both sat there in comfortable silence, your small hand still held tightly in his large hands, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin.
“just promise me something,” he murmured, breaking the silence, his voice barely above a whisper.
“anything,” you replied, meeting his gaze.
“next time, don’t hide it. i’d rather know you’re not okay than find out like this,” he said, his eyes serious and filled with so much unspoken care.
you nodded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “i promise.” then, you leaned your head against his shoulder, letting the quietness of the night surround you both. you knew that as long as he was beside you, you’d never have to face anything alone again. as you sat there, sylus kept his arm draped around your shoulders, steadying you with every gentle movement. he didn’t let go, as if to reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. a soft breeze rustled through the trees, bringing the scent of night-blooming flowers. even though the air felt cool against your skin, his presence kept you warm.
“let’s get you some water,” he said, his voice a smooth murmur, laced with concern. “i parked a little ways back. can you stand?”
you nodded slowly, still feeling a bit shaky, but his hand on your back gave you strength. he helped you rise from the bench, his touch careful yet firm. as you swayed slightly, he immediately moved closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. “easy now,” he said, his voice low but steady. “i’ll take you.”
with surprising ease, he lifted you off the ground, cradling you against him. the warmth of his body enveloped you, and you instinctively relaxed in his hold. it felt both comforting and safe, easing the fear that had been building in your chest. you caught the glances of a few passersby, but in that moment, all you could focus on was sylus.
“hold on tight,” he said with a hint of a smirk, though you could hear the seriousness beneath it. “i promise i won’t drop you.”
as he carried you toward his car, the world around you began to blur, the sounds of the night fading into the background. the soft crunch of gravel beneath his shoes was the only noise as he approached the sleek vehicle parked a few meters away. when you reached the car, he gently opened the passenger door and carefully placed you inside.
“there you go,” he said, his tone lightening as he made sure you were settled in comfortably. “now, just relax for a moment. i’ll be right back.”
you watched him as he closed the door and walked toward a nearby convenience store. he moved with a smoothness that always caught your attention, even in a rush. his broad shoulders were strong and made his waist look smaller. you could see his biceps flexing slightly as he walked, showing off the muscles under his fitted shirt. his abs were well-defined, tightening a little with each step he took.
when he turned to look back at you, the streetlights lit up his strong jaw and the light stubble on his face, making him look even more charming. you leaned back in the soft leather seat, still feeling a bit dizzy but thankful he was there. the cool air from the car’s air conditioning felt nice against your skin.
as he went into the store, you admired how he carried himself, a mix of confidence and grace. it was always nice to see him move like that, reminding you how strong and supportive he was, especially in moments like this. you felt warmth inside, not just from his presence but from how much he cared for you.
after a few moments, you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering light-headedness. sylus returned quickly, a water bottle in one hand and a small bag in the other. he climbed back into the car, his expression a mix of relief and determination.
“i got you water and some snacks,” he said, handing you the bottle first. “you need to stay hydrated.”
you unscrewed the cap, taking a few small sips, the coolness refreshing against your dry throat. sylus watched you carefully, his gaze never leaving your face as if he was making sure you were okay. once you finished drinking, he handed you a small pack of crackers.
“here, eat these,” he urged, his voice low and steady. “it’ll help with your energy.” you took a cracker, nibbling at it while he kept his eyes on you, his presence calming you.
“thank you for coming back so quickly,” you said, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his care.
“wouldn’t dream of leaving you alone after that,” he replied, his tone casual yet sincere. “not a chance.” he settled back in his seat, his body angled toward you, ready to offer support at a moment’s notice.
as you continued to nibble on the crackers, he leaned closer, his hand finding yours, fingers intertwining in a comforting grip. “you scared me, you know,” he admitted quietly. “when i saw you sway like that, it felt like the world stopped for a moment. i just... i couldn’t let anything happen to you.”
the weight of his words settled between you, his usual confident facade dropping just enough for you to see the worry behind it. you felt a swell of emotion in your chest, and you squeezed his hand tighter.
“i’m sorry,” you said softly, feeling guilty for causing him concern. “i thought i could handle it.”
“it doesn’t matter,” he replied, shaking his head slightly. “just promise me that if you ever feel off again, you’ll tell me right away. no hiding it.” his voice held a firm yet gentle tone, as though he was reminding you once more, giving you a silent promise that he would always be there to help.
“i promise,” you said, feeling reassured by his care. the way he was looking at you made you feel safe, like nothing could hurt you as long as he was by your side.
after a while, you started to feel more like yourself, the snack helping to ease the light-headedness. as you leaned back in your seat, you took a moment to appreciate the night sky outside the window, the stars twinkling brightly against the dark backdrop.
“do you want to stay here for a little while longer?” he asked, noticing your gaze. “i can turn the car on for a bit if it gets too warm.”
“i think i’d like that,” you replied, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.
he nodded and turned on the car, filling the interior with a soft hum. he shifted in his seat to face you fully, resting his arm casually against the back of the passenger seat. “tell me more about what you want to do when you feel better,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “i’m all ears. and i’ll always be right by your side, even if it means facing any challenges.”
as his warm words wrapped around you, you realized that what happened earlier was behind you. in this moment, with sylus next to you and the stars shining bright above, everything felt right again.
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18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 18 - First Time. Spencer is sent to a small town police station to get some information, but doesn't expect to meet such a beautiful officer whom he connects with so easily.
Tags: Loss of virginity, Virgin!Reader, P in V, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Handjob, First meetings, Getting together, Fluff, Awkwardness, Factual inaccuracies, Autistic!Spencer, SoftDom!Spencer (ish), Briefly referenced violence, Set around season 2-3.
Word count: 5.7k
Read it on ao3! | Masterlist
Authors note: It's FINALLY here!! Virgin!Reader because of this poll!! I struggled with this one so much and I don't know why, it took forever to write and it's so long and I'm not even sure I like it that much, I will come back for Spencer after kinktober and redeem myself!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
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Spencer didn’t believe in fate, but he believed that something close to it had brought him to that small-town police station. At first, he had complained vehemently about being sent alone to the next county over while on a case. The team were investigating an UnSub targeting very small towns, and communication between these tiny police departments was virtually non-existent. It was Spencer’s job to see if any missing persons cases in nearby counties would match the description of a recently discovered unidentifiable Jane Doe. He tried to argue, saying it was unwise to send him, the worst socialiser of the bunch, to try and negotiate information from the usually very territorial small-town cops. Unwillingness to cooperate was still rife in the culture and each department wanted to be the ones to solve the case, so information sharing was limited. However, his complaints fell on deaf ears and he was sent away, he would have never guessed how happy this would end up making him.
The first few county police departments he pops by offer nothing, no missing person cases (at least matching the necessary descriptions or timeline) and grizzled FBI-wary old cops who glared at him and commented on his ‘funny’ behaviour. Spencer’s confidence was a little shot as the day progressed. He sets off for the final department he’d be visiting that day, talking on the carphone with Morgan to find out how things were going with the rest of the investigation. He pulls up outside of a small rustic building, the smallest he’d seen all day, his only visual confirmation that he was in the right place being the rickety old sign off of which various letters were dangling. He hadn’t realised places like this even still existed, or that information-sharing programs weren’t implemented nationwide. He would have to read into that more when he got the time. The light outside his car is a deep blue as the sun prepares to set, he gets out and locks up before stepping inside. The place is absolutely tiny, with a small jail cell in the corner of the room like in a cartoon and a small desk behind which were two filing cabinets, presumably holding all the files that this place had. This whole day had been one big culture shock. The biggest surprise, however, is you, behind the desk smiling warmly. You’re young and beautiful and not immediately distrusting when he presents his FBI badge to you. All day he’s been dealing with hardened older men, so you’re a much-appreciated surprise.
“Dr Spencer Reid, FBI,” he introduces himself with an awkward tight-lipped smile. You give him your name too, referring to yourself as an officer.
“It’s not every day we get an FBI agent visiting,” you chuckle. “In fact, I would bet it has never happened before,” He smiles slightly at your observation, not doubting it, remembering seeing the population sign when driving into town. Population: 342. If an FBI agent had been here before, he would have been shocked. Perhaps because of all this, you immediately guess what he’s here for, turning to grab a file from the filing cabinet. The drawer is barely full and you find what you’re looking for instantly. Must be nice, he thinks, thinking about the cabinets back at the bullpen. You hand him a missing persons file, a young woman, missing a month ago. “It’s only our fifth missing persons case since 1900, caused an awful stir in our town, I figure it’s what you’re here for, nothing much else going on,”
“Yeah, this looks exactly like what I’m here for, thank you,” he smiles, flipping through the file. The timeline fits with the estimated time of death, and she matches the height of the body found. “May I use your copier?” he asks. You chuckle.
“Good luck,” you point him to a very old-looking machine. He cringes a little but supposes he has little other choice. He fiddles around with the machine, encountering various unexplainable errors. You come up behind him and give the machine a firm slap and it whirs to life again.
“Thanks,” he smiles awkwardly. You just nod.
“No problem,” he sets the machine to print a few copies and then sits down on a nearby chair while the ancient machine starts working. “You’ll be here a while, want a coffee?” you offer sweetly. He huffs a small laugh, fiddling with the strap of his satchel.
“Yeah… uh… lots of sugar…” he says awkwardly.
“How much is a lot?” you ask, approaching the old coffee machine. Everything in this place is old, he supposes not much budget must be extended out here to such a small uneventful place.
“Just when you think you’ve added way too much, add one more,” he mumbles, pleasantly surprised when you laugh, he laughs too. He takes in his surroundings as you make the coffee. “Do you work here alone?” he enquires.
“I have one co-worker, he does most of the patrols and stuff,” you explain while scooping spoonfuls of sugar into his cup. “It’s slightly more exciting than working here, but I suppose I get some excitement tonight, FBI agent visiting,” you smile at him over your shoulder. You’re really beautiful, Spencer thinks as he nods along to what you say, so beautiful it doesn’t quite seem possible, and he’s constantly surrounded by beautiful people. Or so he’s told anyway, most of his colleagues are very conventionally attractive, but he is more floored by you than he has ever been by one of them. He takes the coffee as you hand it to him and tastes it, pleasantly surprised by the amount of sugar. The whir of the copier continues as you sit down beside him, smiling sweetly. “You seem young for an agent,” you comment, taking a sip of your coffee.
“You seem young for an officer in a place like this,” he counters. “I’ve been visiting stations all day and only been dealing with old guys,” he jokes, once again happy when you laugh. 
“Yeah, I suppose I am, but this is my hometown, a position here opened up right after I finished college and I applied,” you shrug. “I doubt anyone else applied, so they had to take me, but I was by far the most qualified person to have ever applied here, do you know I’m the first member of this department to have ever gone to college?” you tell him with surprising eagerness. He finds it very endearing.
“I’m the first in my department with three Ph.D.s,” he smiles awkwardly. 
“Three? Wow! That’s amazing! How old are you exactly?” you tilt your head at him. He goes on to explain his story to you, his early graduations, his IQ, all of it. You seem much more interested than most people and he appreciates it greatly. The two of you talk back and forth while the copy machine slowly does its work and he finds himself liking you a lot. Of course, he had immediately noticed your looks, but he had tried not to think about it, wanting to be professional, yet after talking to you for a while, he found he had a great deal in common with you. Or, at least, he found your interests interesting, as you did his. So, by the time the copying is done and he’s gathering up the papers, he makes a decision. 
He’s never been the most confident with women, far from it in fact, but lately, he’s been feeling a little more secure. His brief stint with Lila Archer, while a little regrettable with hindsight, had left him feeling better about himself and his romantic prospects. He’d done a little exploring after realising that he and Lila really had nothing in common to base a relationship on, and was now no longer so inexperienced with women, though he still had a lot of trouble with finding someone he was compatible with for more than just something physical. He had difficulties that made a relationship with him hard, and while he had never intended for any one-night stands, most girls had backed out after spending a little longer with him. They’d been polite about it, explaining that they didn’t have the faculties to support him through struggles with his career, with his autism, with his mother and he understood, but it still hurt. He was determined not to let it put him off though, not wanting to squander his newfound confidence. He liked you. He’d mentioned his autism to you in passing when discussing being bullied as a child (why had he even told you about that? It seemed like he’d just let everything out), and you had said he hadn’t deserved that. It didn’t mean you would be able to handle him in a relationship, but it was one step closer to possible acceptance. You’d been smiling and laughing with him all evening, giving him these sweet looks and he was no expert in this field, but it seemed like you liked him. He couldn’t not do something about this attraction, he would never forgive himself if he’d had a chance and not taken it.
He leaves his name and number along with the words ‘I would love to see you again’, written neatly on a piece of paper from his notepad, on your desk, right by your bag where he hopes you will see it. He’s fidgety when he says goodbye to you, anxious that this may be the last time he ever sees you. He hopes not. He even hugs you goodbye, which he would usually hate, but for once it feels nice and comforting. You smell perfect, like warm spices, and he holds you way too tight for a friendly goodbye hug, but you say nothing about it. He prays that you will find his number and contact him, even if just to shoot him down so he doesn’t have to wonder forever. He drives back to the hotel that the team is staying in with his head spinning. He really, really liked you, and he wasn’t sure how these feelings had grown so strong so quickly, he wasn’t usually like this.
That night, while reading in his hotel bed, his phone rings. He doesn’t recognise the number, and though his line of work has taught him to be wary of unknown callers, the chance that it’s you overrides this worry and he picks up quickly. It is you. He can’t help but grin with delight as he hears your sweet voice.
“Spencer?” you question softly.
“Hey,” he laughs excitedly. “You called,” you laugh too, surprised by how overjoyed he sounds.
“Yeah, I figured I should since it could be a while until you go through your satchel,”
“My satchel?” he chuckles in confusion, leaning over the edge of the bed to root through his bag. There, on a pink sticky note, is your number and a cute little smiley face. You gave him your number too, you wanted to stay in touch too. He’s over the moon right now. He traces his fingertips over the little smiley face. “You’re too cute,” he mumbles. You blush on the other end and laugh him off. “How was your… uh… drive home?” he asks. He’s never been good at starting conversations, usually best at taking them over and finishing them, but for once, he wants to know the mundane things about someone, as well as the deep and intellectual, he wants to hear you talk. He’s glad when you start to talk about your day, going on a few tangents about this and that. He does the same, feeling so incomparably comfortable with you like he’s known you forever, like he can just talk without worrying about coming off weird or annoying. He can only hope the feeling isn’t only in his head and he isn’t actually annoying you. He doesn’t seem to be, as the conversation occasionally turns rather flirty, and he finds it much easier to flirt with you than anyone else he’s ever tried it with. The way you flirt, sweet and coy, drives him crazy. You talk until way too late at night, given the time Spencer has to wake up for work, but he can barely bring himself to hang up on you, even when the both of you are yawning incessantly. He’s never felt this way about anyone. People always say, when you know, you know, and he’s always thought that was ridiculous but now… he knows. 
“Look, I’m supposed to be at the station in four hours, I really need to get to sleep,” you yawn. Spencer sighs, disappointed but understanding.
“Okay, but… maybe we could see each other again while I’m still in the area? You could come to my hotel tomorr– I mean tonight I guess,” he chuckles tiredly. “Drinks on me, or no drinks… that’s good too,” the question is followed by complete silence, and initially, Spencer is sure you must have fallen asleep, but then he hears you shuffling and realises you must be awake. He frowns. Why aren’t you answering him? You’d spent hours on the phone with him just now, you must like him at least a little bit, right? Could he have read this that disastrously wrong? If you didn’t want to, you could have lied and said you were busy. What gives? He repeats your name into the receiver, prompting softly. 
“I’m a virgin, Spencer,” you reply quietly, biting your lip. You feel embarrassed and ashamed to be admitting this, especially so early, but you figure there would be certain expectations if you came to his hotel, ones you couldn’t really fulfil, or at least not in the way he probably wanted.
“What?” Spencer squeaks, confused by your words for a multitude of reasons and unsure why you’re saying them now. You worry you’ve scared him off now.
“I grew up in a really small town, there’s like two guys close to my age in the whole place… and in college… I was a huge nerd, just focused on my studies… and now I’m back in that town… it just… hasn’t happened for me,” you sigh, fiddling with the hem of your pyjama shirt. There’s another pause, Spencer swallowing audibly.
“That’s totally cool! Really! I didn’t mean to imply that we’d be... uh… I mean… not that I don’t want to, I’d hardly be opposed to us… um… but I’m not going to– I was a virgin until last year too!” he stumbles nervously over his words, cursing himself for his awkwardness. He rubs a hand over his forehead and takes a deep breath. “I didn’t invite you here for that, we can do whatever you like, at whatever pace you like, don’t feel pressured into anything,”
“I just made this completely awkward, didn’t I?” you laugh self-deprecatingly. He smiles slightly.
“No, no, please I… I know what guys are like, you weren’t unreasonable to assume my intentions but… I just want to see you again, whatever we do,” he assures softly, relieved he hasn’t messed this up. 
“Yeah, okay, I’ll come visit you after my shift is over, text me the address,”
The two of you finally hang up after a nervous goodbye, and Spencer immediately sends you the address of the hotel before he can forget about it, not that he could if he tried, even without the eidetic memory. He’s tired enough that he falls straight asleep afterwards, using what little sleep he has to dream of you.
The workday goes by in a trance. The Jane Doe is identified as the missing girl from your town. Despite this, the case is no closer to getting solved. Selfishly, he is glad of this, as it means he’s likely to stay near you a little longer. He brushes away that thought, immediately ashamed of himself. He tries his best to push you from his mind to focus on his work, but you invade it in the quiet moments. He’s never been so excited to spend time with someone in his life. He thinks occasionally about your confession. A virgin. He’s partly shocked, you’re so beautiful, sweet and intelligent, however, your explanation had made sense. He understood the focus on your studies, while most people took college as an opportunity to have fun, you’d dedicated yourself entirely to your academia. He imagined though, that if you had decided to experiment, you would have had no trouble finding willing partners. By the end of the day, he is in such a rush to get back to the hotel that it rouses the team's suspicions. They don’t know about you though, so they can’t guess the truth. They figure he’s just aching for his own space like he sometimes is after stressful workdays, needing a dark quiet room to regulate himself in. He disappears into his room without any goodbyes, having received a text from you that you’re on your way. He spritzes himself with some fresh cologne, brushing his hair and making sure he’s dressed nicely, but not too formally, so he looks approachable.
He sprints down to the lobby to meet you, relieved none of his team is hanging around the bar to see the two of you. He does not want you to meet Morgan so early on. He embraces you, a little awkwardly, relishing that sweet but spicy scent that you have around you. You’ve taken the time to change out of your police uniform and into more casual, but still very enchanting clothes. He wishes he’d have had time to change too. You look absolutely gorgeous, but he’s not sure if he should tell you as such yet.
“A drink? On me, alcoholic, non-alcoholic, whatever you prefer! I’m personally not a drinker, but I don’t mind if you do,” he rambles, smiling excitedly down at you. You follow him to the bar, ordering a mocktail from the bartender. Spencer orders himself the same one, paying for them both. The two of you are quiet as you wait, both nervous. Spencer smiles dopily as you let him keep a hand on your back, the warm pressure calming you in some way. The bartender brings you your drinks and you take yours with a soft thank you, then the two of you go silent again.
“Are we going to your room?” you ask quietly. Spencer blushes a little at the thought but reminds himself that he’s not expecting anything out of this other than your presence. He nods, gently guiding you by the hand on your back to the elevators. The two of you are quiet in the elevator as it goes up, save for the occasional sip. You reach his floor and then the door to his room. He presents his keycard and the door swings open, revealing a modest but clean hotel room. You take a seat on the edge of his bed, and he takes a seat on the armchair nearby. You’re both quiet again. “We’re both nervous, aren’t we?” you chuckle. He laughs too, nodding, finding it sweet that you’re nervous too, being used to always being the nervous one. “Come on, we weren’t this quiet last night, tell me more about Vegas,” you prompt, hoping to rid yourself of this oppressive silence that makes your mind wander over his tall frame, his sweet eyes and the way his hand had felt on your back. 
He starts slowly, not initially sure what to tell you about, but gradually talks more comfortably as you ask questions. After a little while, the two of you fall into easy conversation once more. He finds you intelligent and well-rounded, even if you’re not as well-studied as he is, you effortlessly keep up with his discussion. You explain that you have lots of time to read in the police station as barely anything ever happens that demands your attention. He finds your willingness to learn on a variety of different topics incredibly attractive and whenever you’re able to tell him a fact that he doesn’t know, he just wants you all the more. Once he’s finished his drink (a fruity sweet drink he quite liked), he comes to sit beside you. He doesn’t necessarily mean anything by it but quickly realises that you think he does. You go pink and start to stutter, looking down at the ground. He swallows. 
“Sorry, I wasn’t– I just wanted to–” 
“Are we going to have sex?” you cut him off, looking up at him nervously. He feels trapped, not knowing what the right answer to this is. 
“We… don’t have to,” he replies, not wanting to imply disinterest but also not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
“Would you? I mean… it’s not off-putting that I’m a virgin at my age?” you ask, looking down again and swinging your feet slightly. 
“No! No! Trust me, it’s completely fine, I was a virgin until last year, I completely get it,” he assures, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Really? The handsome FBI man, a virgin?” you tease, nudging him. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. 
“No need to flatter me… and no matter what I look like, my… uh…” he hesitates to bring it up again in case you missed it the first time and it’ll scare you off. “My autism makes stuff like that hard, very hard, so… I can hardly judge you,” he watches your face for a reaction, but you just nod in understanding. He’s so relieved that he could kiss you. He looks at you for a moment and then decides to do just that. He leans in slowly, so you have time to push him away if the thought of kissing him disgusts you, and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you softly for a moment, sliding his hand around your waist and tugging you a little closer. Your hands settle onto his shoulders, your head tilting to press a little closer to him. He smiles into the kiss and you smile too.
He keeps it gentle and slow, carefully manoeuvring you sideways onto his lap so he doesn’t have to lean his neck down so much to kiss you. He rests his hand just above your knee, keeping you held in place, his other hand on your back. Your hands on his shoulders slide softly around his neck, now embracing him to keep him close and comfortable. His thumb rubs back and forth on your back, his hand splayed out, keeping you pressed close. He likes this, you’re gentle, you smell good and the weight of you is comforting in his lap. He shuffles back clumsily, holding you close and upright until his back is against the headboard. He continues to kiss you, his hand smoothing up and down the outside of your thigh. You pull back and he frowns, though his hands don’t stop their gentle caresses. 
“Please, be gentle with me,” you whisper shyly, your pupils wide in the dim light.
“Of course I will be,” he whispers, his hand on your thigh coming up to caress your cheek tenderly, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone. “So… we’re doing this then? You’re letting me…?”
“Yes, it’s about time, right? And… I know we haven’t known each other long but I trust you,” you smile, leaning into his hand. He smiles too.
“When you know, you know,” he whispers.
“Yeah,” you exhale. These words speak of something much deeper, feelings that would be crazy to voice so soon after meeting, but feelings that are shared anyway, just covertly. Somehow, even if it’s crazy, you both know. He gently pulls your face back to his, kissing you again, keeping it tender. His hand on your cheek caresses for a little while longer before returning to your thigh, further up now, closer to the tantalising swell of your hip. He rubs slow circles, enjoying the feeling of you, wishing he was touching bare skin. He pulls back, peppering a few kisses across your jaw. 
“May I see you?”
“See me?” you question anxiously. He soothes you by rubbing your back.
“To take off your clothes?” he clarifies. You shiver and suddenly look very shy again. “Hey, I will think you’re beautiful no matter what you look like,” he promises. “You’re so beautiful, it’s plain to see,” you still look nervous and don’t make any moves. “We can’t really do this with clothes on,” he jokes softly, squeezing the plush of your thigh. You smile despite your reservations.
“But you have to get naked too,” you assert, trying not to let your voice shake.
“Of course,” he agrees. He gently moves you off of his lap and sheds his sweater vest, then unbuttons his shirt, not letting his insecurities get to him so that he can reassure you. He’s sure he has much more to worry about than you do, but if he got nervous, it wouldn’t help your nerves. He discards his shirt and sits there shirtless, feeling better when you smile at him. You slowly but surely pull your sweater over your head, leaving you in a plain black bra. Your cheeks are flushed and he finds it incredibly sweet. He places a hand on your bare waist, kissing your shoulder before carefully unhooking your bra for you. You take shaky breaths, clearly nervous as he turns you around to look at you. He is immediately baffled by how you could be so insecure looking the way you do. He smiles down at you. “Very beautiful,” he soothes, kissing your neck gently. “I’d love to worship them, but I think we should speed this up before you overthink it too much,”
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, shivering as his hands skim over your bare skin. 
“No, I was a nervous wreck my first time, you’re doing way better than I was,” he promises, and it’s true. He briefly feels bad for the woman he lost his virginity to but pushes the thought away to focus on this much better experience. He tilts your chin, pressing his lips to yours again, kissing you softly. His hands slowly explore your skin, cupping gently. You’re warm and weighty in his hands and he loves the feeling, squeezing softly. You moan into the kiss and he delights in it completely. He gives one last slight squeeze to you before pulling back again. “If you let me, I’ll explore you thoroughly later, I quite like to understand exactly how things work inside and out,” you swallow and nod. He stands, carefully unbuttoning his slacks and sliding them down. Your eyes immediately flick to the bulge in his boxers and he’s momentarily embarrassed until he realises you seem happy to see it. “That’s what your beauty does to me,” he whispers, making you giggle shyly. He smiles, and then slowly, a little apprehensive, he lowers his boxers too. Your eyes are glued to him in interest.
“Can you sit down?” you ask softly. He complies. You lower your jeans, leaving yourself in your underwear for now and he admires the skin of your thighs and the beautiful curve of your hips. You carefully wrap your hand around him and he gasps in surprise. “May I?” you ask, examining him a little as he twitches in your hand.
“Y-yeah, absolutely, go ahead,” he swallows, letting out a throaty groan as you slide your hand up and down in the way you’ve heard about. He seems to like it. You watch his face as you adjust your hold, figuring out what's too loose and what's too tight until you find the perfect grip. He smiles a little at your analytical approach, tilting your chin so he can kiss you while you slowly stroke him. One of his arms wraps around you, the other propping him up. He kisses you intently as you carefully experiment with how to touch him. It’s an odd sensation, holding him in your hand like this, but you find you quite like it. You kiss and caress him for a few minutes, finally falling into a rhythm he clearly enjoys based on the soft noises he’s letting out before he stops you. You pout a little as he moves your hand away by the wrist. “Sorry, but I was getting too close and we haven’t… you know…” he smiles, kissing your jaw again. 
“Right,” you swallow as he starts to guide you back with him again until he’s against the headboard. He traces the sides of your panties softly. 
“Come on, you can take these off, I promise I will like whatever I see,” he assures. You take a deep breath and then shuffle yourself out of your panties. You’re shy, no one has ever seen you like this before. He smiles, gently massaging the flesh of your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap. You shuffle forward, your face red with embarrassment. He kisses your cheeks and carefully slides his hand down your stomach, giving you time to tell him to stop, before slipping his finger between your folds, rubbing softly up and down. He hums, feeling that you’re nice and wet. His fingers make you moan timidly and you close your eyes as his fingers gently explore. His free hand rubs your side soothing as he ever so carefully begins to slip a finger inside you. You moan, your head tipping back as his finger reaches further than your own ever have. “Another place to explore thoroughly later,” he says matter-of-factly as if the thought isn’t incredibly arousing. He spends a few minutes carefully stretching you out, easing in a second finger and pumping them in and out with great care. He watches as you moan and writhe above him and thinks that you look simply irresistible right now, leaning down and placing a few kisses on your stomach until he thinks you’re finally ready. 
He slowly withdraws his fingers, which makes your eyes flutter back open to meet his. He leans up to peck your lips and then guides your hips a little until you’re above him, then positioning his cock against you, making both of you hiss a little. The head of his cock catches your entrance and he takes a deep breath.
“There, you can set the pace, okay? Lower down as slow as you like,” he smiles, free hand still rubbing your side soothingly. You nod, taking a few laboured breaths before slowly starting to lower yourself onto him. You gasp at the stretch, even though it’s not too painful, stopping and starting as you lower yourself. He holds your hips with a feather-light touch, careful not to push you at all, holding himself back from bucking into your tight heat. His eyes are glued to your face as your lips part in pleasure. You fully seat yourself on him and sit there for a while, catching your breath and getting used to the feeling. He twitches inside you and he hopes you don’t mind the feeling as he cannot get it under control. His hands drift up and down your sides. “How is it?”
“Yeah, ah… I feel full…” you whine softly.
“In a good way?”
“In the best way, I’m going to feel empty the rest of my life after this,” you laugh slightly. He laughs too, although the words are oddly moving to him. His thumbs rub your hips.
“Want me to guide the pace?” he asks softly, eyes glued on yours despite his usual aversions.
“Y-yeah, that would be good,” you nod, sighing softly as he begins to carefully lift your hips. You hold his shoulders as he moves you slowly up and down his length. He groans and bites his lip under you, moving you a little faster, making sure to listen out to make sure you’re feeling pleasure from his pace. You feel perfect around him, absolutely blissful, and he hopes beyond hope that you feel the same. He tugs you down to kiss you, holding you still as he starts to buck up into you. Your lips move together messily as he fucks up into you, careful to keep it from being too hard. He rubs your back as he kisses you.
“Do you feel good?”
“So good…” you whimper, trailing off into a string of moans. He loves the sound of you, wishing his eidetic memory worked on sounds so he could remember the way you sound forever. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him as close as possible as he fills your body with pleasure, fucking you nice and deep. You whisper fragmented compliments to him as he drives you closer and closer to the edge, holding you close and kissing you desperately. “I’m going to– oh God–,” you moan needily, he groans in response, moving faster. 
“Yeah, come on, I’m with you,” he grunts, squeezing you closer to his body. With a few more deep thrusts, he feels you falling apart around him, making him whimper. He kisses you lovingly as stars explode behind his eyes, his mouth parting with throaty noises as he spills inside you. His chest heaves, his hands sliding up and down your body in a calming gesture as you both come down. He gently lifts you off of him and lies you down beside him on the bed, watching as you wipe the sweat from your brow. He hops up without a word and disappears into the bathroom, leaving you a little nervous and confused. When he reappears, you calm down, realising he’s just holding a damp cloth. He spreads your legs, making you blush despite what you’ve just done and wipes you clean with careful precision. 
“Thanks,” you whisper. 
“Well, it was my mess after all,” he smiles, taking the cloth back to the bathroom and rinsing it. He joins you back on the bed, staring at you for a moment. “Was that okay? You don’t regret it do you?” 
“Yes, it was good, I don’t regret it,” you assure him, leaning into his as he kisses your cheek.
“Good, neither do I,” he lies beside you, pulling the blanket over the two of you and reaching over to caress your cheek. His thumb skims your lower lip. “Now, get a little rest, I intend to fully acquaint myself with your body in a bit, and I can be very thorough with things that interest me,”
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Telling Them "I Love You" Unprompted
Characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Chenya
Genre: fluff, crack
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